Must you hit the face?

When Chu Yu brought the weasel back to the Dragon City, they had barely made it in time for the lighting of lamps in the evening. The roads were packed with cars and pedestrains.

Seeing a human walk alongside a weasel was jarring, and many people looked at them curiously.

Some of them even secretly took out their hand phones to take pictures and pointed at the weasel.

Chu Yu was expressionless, he had already become Song Hong.

He did not care about what others suspected, fact could be fiction just as easily as fiction could be fact.

Only the king knew the truth.

The weasel was also extremely calm, ignoring the gazes of others.

"The air in the city is great, it is close to life, this is the kind of life that the humans should be leading." The weasel’s green eyes blinked as it soaked in the images of the beautiful ladies on the street. It couldn't help but exclaim.

"…"

Beasts who could walk the land and admire pretty girls... were rare.